Generation of the Offended

How much am I aggrieved

and angered and annoyed

my soul doth thou antagonize

disgusting disturbing ploy

To me dost thou exasperate

with all thy bitter gall

for I dictate that which offends

for yours care not at all

I quite be much the horrified

thy words they hurt my way

and irritate the thoughts be mine

my outrage don't obey

Tis trust that I require from thee

provoke me thou hast done

offending me with everything

my laws thou always shun

Your shocking photos rile me

upsetting footage bring

you sicken me with all thy rants

disgruntled fretting sting

Thy great affronts to my set rules

they nauseate and pain

disoblige thy slighted slur

distressing normal wain

Thy jarring pique has miffed my way

and nettled with my mind

repelling me thy wicked snub

repulsing unrefined

Tis thy great sin and trespass there

transgressing deep my soul

and vexing spirits everywhere

aligning with my scroll

Offending wounds that cut me deep

thy disagreeing fling

and turn me off and curse thyself

with thy obtrusive zing